Skip to contentAs proclivity remains the vast shall rule without order or border;Reaching beyond the stars but dying at Mars may give more than before;Though striving without passion gives depth to compassion and mercy without controversy;However fast or bright the soul, the goal will not always be told;Where licking the wounds of fellow man maybe all that remains under the shallow fan;To give order without orders is as a sentence without penance, so what is left under your presence;A dying heart now remains, beating aloud or not is not the question that should have stopped;It takes no shame to be the same unless wisdom you have forgot.